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This gray will kill me

Today I found circles in the trees
where the leaves had twirled toward each other.
Even though rain fell
I couldn’t be bothered to close my eyes to blink; 113 more words


There was a line leading

with no one at the front. A shuffling

like a herd without dust and a

low rumbling attempting to

create order, though finding none. 64 more words

Missing You - R.I.P

I stand at the water’s edge

And look out

As far as I can see

To the horizon

I kick a small stone into

The deep blue waves… 57 more words


Lemon Storms

With great effort,
I pinned a slice of lemon
to heavy gray skies
and honey colored birds
poured tea over my storms.

Poem And Prose

Cross-country Skiing in the Methow Valley

The Methow River just outside of Winthrop. Methow ┬áis an Okanogan word meaning “sunflower seeds”.

The Methow winter trails include 120 miles of groomed nordic trails for classic and skate skiers. 129 more words